BIG EAST PREVIEWS: RUTGERS- THE BIG SHOW OF THE BIG EAST

……..And then he hired Frank Cignetti Jr. as his offensive coordinator

THE GOOD

Hired a OC after appearing to not have one for the past few seasons. Is being touted as a sleeping giant for the 12th consecutive year.

THE BAD

That exciting new OC came from Pitt, which ran an offense that would’ve been considered innovative if it had been run in the AFC East in 1993. If Joe Pa declares himself done, expect Schiano to be all over that job.

PREDICTIONS- 6-6 (3-4) 7th in the BE

NC Central W

@UNC L

Ohio W

@Cuse L

Pitt L

Navy L

@Louisville W

WVU L

USF L

@ Army W

Cincy W

UCONN W

RANDOM VIDEO THAT REMINDS ME OF WHAT RUTGERS COULD BE

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BIG EAST PREVIEWS- UCONN: YES, THEY ACTUALLY HIRED PAUL PASQUALONI

Seconds later, Bob Stoops finished on his back. He did not hang around for a caress.

THE GOOD

Umm….jesus….A walk-on tailback named Jordan Huxtable?

THE BAD

Every Big East team that hired a new coach last winter traded up, except UConn. The Huskies were merely one year into their Big East membership the last time Paul Pasqualoni was coaching in college football. He was last seen as the linebacker coach for a Dallas Cowboy defense who couldn’t stop Rex Fucking Grossman. If you need a wingman you don’t ask your grandfather to come along, and if you need an exciting Head Coach to invigorate your basketball school, you don’t hire a 61 year old failed NFL assistant who runs a high school offense.

PREDICTIONS- 4-8 (1-6) 8th place in BE

Fordham W

@ Vandy L

Iowa State L

@ Buffalo W

Western Michigan W

@ WVU L

USF W

@ PITT L

CUSE L

Louisville L

Rutgers L

@ Cincy L

RANDOM VIDEO THAT REMINDS ME OF UCONN

CONFERENCE PREVIEWS- BIG EAST WEEK, Y’ALL

Ok time to get this party started. One conference a week, every team previewed.

Anyone who ever played little league baseball always had to put up with the distracted right fielder. This fucking kid, who was either 4ft nothing and looked like a toddler, or 6ft tall and uncoordinated as fuck, would be put out in right for his mandatory 3 innings and still manage to fuck up the game. He was the kid who everyone made fun of behind his back, and sadly often to his face. He was the kid who couldn’t name 4 major league players, spent his time in the field picking flowers, and was really only playing so his stripper mom could make eyes at your fresh out of college assistant coach. This essentially describes the Big East’s standing among college footballs elite. Sure, we’re on the fucking team, but we get our minimum playing time and a shitton of snide comments. Could this conference grow its hair out, learn the guitar, and start banging that alt chick with the tits? Yes. For the Big East, that hair is a balding mullet, the guitar is the Air Raid, and that alt chick with the tits is still Bob Stoops.